For once, I’m ahead of schedule. The kids are off to school, lunches packed the night before. The dog has been fed and is being mercifully, blessedly quiet for once. The garage door repair guy is coming this afternoon, but he already has the code to get where he needs to be. The List is empty and it’s not even 9 am, a full hour before I need to be at work. My congratulatory Starbucks confection tastes all the sweeter.
My husband worked late last night, I don’t expect him to be awake before I have to leave. His rumbling snores and mumbled half-awake phrases as I bustled around our bedroom this morning were their usual comfort and amusement.
He’s out until at least noon. Or so I thought. The sound of the shower turning on is a genuine surprise as I finish my drink, heading back to our bedroom to get ready for work.
“What are you doing up?” I call through the half-open bathroom door. No response. “I hope we weren’t being too loud.”
Nothing fancy for work today. Simple skirt, loose blouse, sensible flats. Bra and panties chosen for comfort, not sexiness. Standard issue makeup, applied automatically. He starts to sing in the shower, the Rolling Stones, a warbling mashup of half a dozen songs decades older than we are. I can’t help but smile.
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I’m standing at the sink, brushing my teeth when I hear the water finally stop. The entire bathroom is thick with steam, the mirror completely fogged over. I’m inside my head, thinking about work things and rinsing away the last of the toothpaste, when it happens.
His wet hand against the back of my neck pushing my face into the cold glass of the mirror, my skirt pulled up to my hips. He doesn’t bother to pull my panties all the way down off my ass before he’s inside me, rock hard and merciless. I’m in shock, astonished, breathless as my husband stretches me open with his cock, awkwardly bent over our bathroom sink. Within two thrusts I’m gushing wet.
Without the steady flow of hot water from the shower, the mirror quickly begins to defog. His hand on my neck moves over to the glass to steady himself as he repositions. I can see his face now, reflected back at me, wet hair and beard, mouth set in a look of fierce determination. I belong to him, to be used in any way he wishes. He doesn’t break eye contact while he slides his cock out of my pussy and into my asshole. Barely lubed with my own wetness, it hurts. He is relentless, repeatedly forcing my ass open with his cock, ignoring my whimpers of mingled pain and bliss.
I am lost inside a thread of orgasms, like pearls on a string, when he cums inside me. One final penetrating thrust and I am filled with him, utterly. Without hesitation or ceremony, he steps back, pulls up my panties and reorients my skirt. Already I can feel his cum leaking from my stretched and sore asshole.
WHACK!
He slaps my ass, hard, dislodging another torrent of cum, now pooling in my sensible, everyday panties. I’m reeling, steadying myself against the sink, when I feel his still-wet beard against my face, the tiniest kiss on my cheek.
And he’s gone, flopped back onto the bed and snoring again before I can fully catch my breath. My panties are soaked with my own wetness and his cum. My makeup is ruined from having my face pressed against the mirror and my hair is a frizzy mess from the residual humidity. I glance at the bedside clock. No time to clean up. I couldn’t be happier.
Now, as usual, I’m way behind schedule.
(Thanks for reading.)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rdeecd/ahead_of_schedule_mf
Wow that was awesome! You have a great husband 😍
Good stuff.